If Stephenie Meyer and Orson Scott Card can write books and sell them, you have no excuse for not writing your novel.
Meyer and Card are two prime examples of people who write terribly and yet still somehow sell tons of books.
And if you think the books are bad; oh my goodness, you should see the films. On second thought, don’t see the films, they are even worse.
Have you ever seen a film based on the book and realized that there are things in the films that make no sense whatsoever unless you’ve read the book?
If you’ve read Twilight and then seen the movie, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
(Let’s be clear though, I had to watch it as part of a former job and I read it because I wanted to see what the fuss was about. With all due respect, Stephenie Meyer needs to find a different career.)
Another example is Ender’s Game by Card. The book is dreadful enough, but the film? Ugh. Why Harrison Ford, why? Did you need the cash?
Of course, you won’t be surprised to find out that Card is a big fan of Meyer and vice versa.
My point is twofold:
- Anyone can write
- Crap sells
One of the biggest barriers to creating is our fear of people hating our creation.
Do you think that Meyer and Card experienced that same fear? Obviously not.
The Host (Meyer) or The Homecoming Saga (Card) are two prime examples of their lack of fear.
We have no excuse people. I’m also projecting; I have no excuse.
Of course, I’m not advocating that people create crap. I’m just saying the bar has been set so low we owe it to ourselves to at least try.